my hell

Ding dong went the bell
as I slowly make my descent into the pit of hell.

This pit..

it dwells inside of me
and the further I travel in
the more of it I see...

The torment,
the anger,
the loathing,
all feelings of self displeasure.

I feel the need to cut
and feel the slice
as the blade criss crosses from either side

so the knife adorns the skin.

So what once I thought was deep with in me

has left evidence on the surface for all to see..

how much of this life is hatred for me

so the bell can toll for all its worth
for this hell it seems is my place on earth..

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[FocusedAmnesia]

I love the last two lines. Nice read.